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Morgan Black's Raw Cock Penetrating Derek Parker's Raw Hole

Welcoming Two ‘Safer’ Sex Porn Performers to Raw Riding: Devin Moss and Derek Parker

When Treasure Island Media Open-New-Window-External tweeted that former Hot House muscle man Derek Parker went raw, I retweeted. One of my followers responded he was glad to see the porn star came over to the “dark side.”

I quickly responded.

“I prefer to see it as @DerekParkerXXX Follow on Twitter became enlightened.”

And I do.

Barebacking is an enlightened choice because one considers all the options and chooses this one. It’s controversial for a condom performer to go bareback. But nonetheless, I find it brave.

Through the years of writing this blog, I’ve had correspondence with several porn performers (I’ve just yet to fuck one). In my discussions, most may fuck on film with condoms and go with the “safer” sex messaging because — for a while — that’s where the money happened to be.

But in their personal lives, these men did just like all the rest of us: They fucked raw. I found even as an escort, one “safer” porn star visiting Atlanta Opens new window of a page on this blog was willing to breed me, even though he knew I was the author of this blog. I imagine if I’d gone incognito, I could have slipped by him and maybe gotten a load in his ass if I’d been willing to pay.

Two New Enlightened Raw Performers

None of this is to say that either Devin Moss or Derek Parker were ever barebacking before these scenes with TIM, although let’s just say I have my suspicions they weren’t unfamiliar with what happens.

Interestingly enough, both ended up paired with Morgan Black. I don’t know the order of filming. It would have been interesting to have Devin Moss breed Derek Parker.

Devin Moss

So super twink Devin Moss with his super-huge cock went bareback (although there’s been little fanfare despite his almost 10,000 followers on Twitter).

I hear rumors that Devin’s close to retiring or at least taking a break, which would be a shame considering he just kicked off his new barebacking portion of his career and could garner tens of thousands of more followers and fans. I can only hope he reconsiders and goes for the gusto because I’ll be damned if he could become a superstar twink top of barebacking (who’s with me on this? comment).

But here’s a few pics I found out there as Devin got his huge cock into Morgan’s ass.

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Derek Parker

And Morgan breeds Derek.

Morgan black fucks Derek Parker Raw

Morgan Black's cum slides into Derek Parker's ass

You can welcome them both to barebacking via Twitter: @DevinMossXXX Follow on Twitter and @DerekParkerXXX Follow on Twitter.

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How I Performed on My 2012 Resolutions… FUCK!

How I Performed on My 2012 Resolutions… FUCK!

12 Resolutions for 2012 Opens a new window from this blog and I’m five for 12, or there abouts. A few of my resolutions were rather vague. Let’s step through them one by one and see where I fucked up.

porn12. Fuck a Porn Star

For the third year running, this has been on my list and for the third year, fucking hell, it’s failed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’ve met porn stars virtually who promise they’d let me fuck them but it never happens that we’re in the same town. In fact, I’ll tell you a couple of secrets. I got so desperate last year to fulfill this I gave a particular porn star (who I’ll be kind and won’t name him) gifts that amounted to enough to warrant him a promise to fulfill this particular desire.

As you know, porn stars are always good on their word.

Not.

This particular person ended up not fulfilling my desires despite the promise and, well, my payments went unfulfilled.

Another porn star, who does condom-only porn, visited Atlanta and said while he won’t get fucked raw, he does fuck raw. I decided I’d get bottomed. Then he searched my e-mail and, well, he said he’d fuck me raw but pull out to cum.

What’s the use in that?

I’m getting closer but not quite there.

 

11. Meet My Meat (and Boy, Did You Ever)

This one I’ll give myself because, despite passing 45 years of age — just this side of ancient in the gay world — I fucked so much ass this year, I’m sure if it had been cunts, about 30 baby Marks would have been in various stages of gestation. Based on my calculations, I bred close to 250 asses including many in Georgia and California. Of course, I happened to breed several dotted all over including Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and Texas.

Next year, I hope to do more traveling with a new job and breed even more in a lot more states. I really hope to hit New York City, Chicago and Seattle.

 

surfer10. More Asian Invasion

Rice was nice this year. Fucking hell if I didn’t get a lot more of the delicacy. Thanks to my travel west, I saw much more Asian ass. In fact, the exotic ass lined up for my might white cock.

Okay, so my cock is 7 inches. But to a tight-ass Asian, it’s perfect.

Highlighting the Asian ass I took has to be the Asian surfer Opens a new window from this blog and the Las Vegas mystery man Opens a new window from this blog, both included in the best fucks of 2012 Opens a new window from this blog. But much more ass sat on my cock in 2012 to make it an Asian invasion year.

Arigato, although that’s just the Japanese version of “Thank You.” There’s so many Asian flavors to say thanks, I’d spend too much time figuring them out.

 

my-trainer9. Shape It Up

Yea, fuck that. My lovely, tragically straight trainer abandoned me and I never found someone to replace him. Therefore I lost momentum in the gym and never quite returned and boosted up my starting point in 2011.

 

8. Shocking Myself

Yea. Not going to happen. Nothing too kinky for me.

 

7. Tattoo Time

Yes, I did it. On my right calf. Exactly what I wanted. Hurt like hell.

 

boy-grindr6. Curb the Curmudgeon

The photo to the right is the boy I wrote about last year, perhaps on a whim. Turns out he violated one of the most important issues for which I require for all those I fuck Opens a new window from this blog and he lied about it Opens a new window from this blog.

This year happened to be the year of men lying a lot to me, especially as I had to write about catfish Opens a new window from this blog more and more. The term “catfish” Link Opens in a New Window comes from the documentary of the same name and refers to those who lie about themselves, normally creating an elaborate persona. For a catfish, being dishonest about one issue isn’t enough. One must create a complete world.

I’ve had too many catfish this year to pin up the curmudgeon. I doubt everyone.

 

5. Roll on Rollercoasters

I got a few in but not enough.

 

4. Occupy the Obvious & 3. Punch Back

Well, Obama won and all is right with the world. Right?

Fuck that.

My job is a hellish nightmare and the condom Nazis continue their assault, with even more cyber-attacks on my website Opens a new window from this blog and worse. How disappointing. The effort to get a job in an accepting environment continues to elude me and, well, punching back has only left me bloody and bruised. Standing up for my rights doesn’t seem to work.

 

2. Mentoring a Man-Boy & 1. Connect

I made strides in this area and might make some more, but still haven’t found one dedicated to sticking to getting to know me and letting me getting to know them. I’ve met a few, even had coffee here or there. But nothing has clicked yet and made it work.

I’ll start texting someone and suddenly the enthusiasm will fall off on their part — not mine — even before we meet. Do they expect me to be all about the fuck all the time? No. It’s sometimes boring. Their loss.

As for the mentoring piece, I speak with many who think it’s just me fucking them. Maybe offering a tip or two then moving on. I think that’s why the bottoms of today truly fail me.

Mentoring is a long-term process. I guess men think they can get all they advice they need off the Internet these days (and goodness knows I provide a lot of sexual advice here with poppers Opens a new window from this blog, gloryhole etiquette Opens a new window from this blog, stealthing tips Opens a new window from this blog, bottom commandments Opens a new window from this blog, sleazy Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog and much more.

I see mentoring as a more personal guide, seeing what this person’s attributes are and exploiting them for that person’s personal gain.

Oh well.

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A Dozen Resolutions for 2012 & A Dozen Reasons Why 2012 Will Be Better Than 2011

A Dozen Resolutions for 2012 & A Dozen Reasons Why 2012 Will Be Better Than 2011

12. Porn Star Fuck…

Surely 2012 is finally my year to get some porn star ass, don’t you think? Hint hint porn stars. You know who you are. And I know you read me. So offer it up to me.

11. Meet My Meat

Looks like I’ll be doing my share of traveling in 2012, not just to Northern California. While I’m around, I want so make sure some of the people out there who read me (and who I read or follow) meet my meat. No particular number. Just a goal to make sure that I spread my DNA wide and far.

10. More Asian Invasions

I love Asians. Well, let me be specific. I love fucking Asians. I want to fuck more Asians. My goal is to make that happen. More. A lot more.

Here’s the thing… if I’m lucky, I could get resolution 12, 11 and 10 in one shot. But I doubt it. I only know one half-Asian porn star. But I’d fuck and breed him twice to make it count.

9. Shape It Up

I’ve been doing good but I need to get started back at the gym. I will. More work to do. More muscles to gain.

8. Something Kinky

I need to shock myself. If anyone can come up with something that will shock me (and in the process, turn me the fuck on), hit me up.

7. Tattoo Time

I know, I promised myself last year. But the tattoo I want requires a good artist. Okay, not just a good artist. A great one. And someone with that talent isn’t just someone you find at the corner shot. You have to find the right one. I hope I find him or her this year.

6. Curb the Curmudgeon

Perhaps a reader has a point. I know there’s exceptions to every rule. Fuck, I know straight men take cock. I need to start believing more men. So maybe they will drive to meet me.

Interestingly enough, I like to consider this part of myself a pragmatist and not a curmudgeon or pessimist. I’ve been told I was a pessimist, most recently by an 18-year-old who really, really was just curious to know my age. This Grindr cutie claimed he would still very much be interested in me, no matter my age. Of course, the oldest man he’d ever dated was two years my youth — and a doctor.

We’ll see if he follows through in the new year. Okay, so in curbing… I HOPE he follows through…

5. Roll on them Rollercoasters

I have a passion for rollercoasters but the past few years has kept me away from amusement parks. Not this year. I’m hitting them and going for a ride.

4. Occupy the Obvious

The Occupy moment had its moment and, at times, my support. Not always. As the movement said they were the 99 percent, I suggested that I was the 9 percent — the 9 percent unemployed who simply couldn’t find a job.

That story goes further. I could find the most basic work. Even Target or other hourly positions turned me down. I just wanted a chance. I finally got that chance and got a job. I got two job offers.

However, one job offer came with stipulations. It came with a three-month trial to determine whether or not I was “compatible with the culture” in the company.

With both companies, I’d been forth coming about my sexuality — not in an obvious way, but inquiring about support of same-gender partner benefits. One answered my questions professionally and neutrally. The other — well — needed time to figure it out. Then questioned whether I would “fit with the corporate culture.”

This was later in the process, so as not to look homophobic. But it didn’t fool me.

Fuck fit.

I didn’t occupy the job, especially when I left them know that I recognized their homophobia, no matter the subtly. I called them out on it.

They backpedaled and tried to get me to take the job, but emotionally, I just knew I couldn’t commit myself there. Which leads me to my next resolution.

rage3. Punch Back

Look, as much as we like to suggest, IT DOES NOT GET BETTER. We just learn to deal with the crap better. And after the last couple of years, with “FAG” carved into the side of my car, my shit stolen, bullied at work and eventually fired by a homophobic boss and the hatred I confront from the Gay community, I’m done being Mr. Passive.

I’m punching first, asking for clarification later.

2. Mentoring a Man-Boy

I have hoped for a while to find someone worthy of learning what I know. Occasionally I find someone who has promise and I begin speaking with him. But as with most of these young’uns, they fall off the planet when it means a little work. This includes the Seattle bottom who’s cheating on his boyfriend and learning to be a cum-loving slut, the Midwest Asian frat boy who thinks he’s not all that hot but he breaks all the molds with a big cock and the big-dicked black Florida Military boy who keeps skipping around on me like a fairy.

If you’re worthy and will truly dedicated yourself without being a flake, hit me up: iblastinside@gmail.com. And include a fucking photo.

1. Connect

Vague as it sounds, I know what it means. I have been sans a best bud, a wing man, a co-conspirator for a little more than a year now. I have good friends but when friendship is tested, few pass the test. I wouldn’t mind it if someone just starts out and we don’t test anything other than whether we can get a good drink on together and travel some.

I’ve even had buds who have been straight and with whom I’ve never fucked. Used to go with one to pro hockey games, getting drunk before and after. He’d check the girls, I’d check the guys and we’d fucking scream our heads off at the checks on the ice.

Miss that.

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On My 11 Resolutions of 2011…

On My 11 Resolutions of 2011…

Looking back on 2011, let us just say that the year that was is a year I would gladly not repeat. But I did give myself 11 Resolutions for the year and, actually, I’m surprised that I accomplished a few of them.

A resolution, it seems, is like monogamy — a vow meant to be broken. So let’s see how I did:

 

11. Quiet Moments, Yoga or Some Shit Like That

Nope. Never happened. At least yoga didn’t. 0 for 1.

 

10. Fuck a Porn Star

No. I fucked a friend of a porn star but not a porn star yet. 0 for 2. Not looking good.

 

9. Indulge My Photography Bug.

Third strike. Nope. I tried but couldn’t get anyone decent looking to pose for me. All the volunteers were ass-ugly. 0 for 3.

 

8. Lose Inches on My Waist.

Finally, something I have done. Lost four of those! Does it count as four? Alas, nope.

Of course, that hottie of a tragically straight trainer and his incredible body helped me too much to achieve that. But his motivation didn’t last and I’ve stopped going to him because it’s a little inconvenient right now.

I’m 1 for 4.

7. Get Me Another Pair of Diesel Jeans.

A stupid resolution since now that I’m not a full-figured gal anymore, the jeans I have don’t fit all that well and I’ve abandoned the Diesels I already have. I’m not counting this one.

 

6. Stress Less by Fucking More.

I’m going to give myself a YEEE-HAW and yessirree on that one. Despite some dry spells (and an abortive experience in Northern California, Days 1, 2, 3 and 4), I’ve bred more than 150 asses this year. That’s a good year.

That puts me 2 for 5.

 

5. Tattoo Time…

I didn’t get one. Not quite yet… 2 for 6.

 

4. Getting Friends Back or Getting New Ones.

Later in the year, when I was trying to get one of those friends back, I realized I didn’t need him.

In general, the friend situation hasn’t changed. 2 for 7.

 

3. Vacation.

Done. Had a good one. 3 for 8.

 

2. Write a Damn Book.

Nope. I made a little headway on a couple of them, but I never finished. 3 for 9.

 

1. Get a Job I Love.

Mission accomplished, just days to spare. 4 for 10.

 

So I’m running 40 percent. Not bad. Let’s hope for better in 2012.

 

11 Resolutions for 2011

11 Resolutions for 2011

2011 needs to be a better year. 2010 fucking sucked. From the very beginning, losing my Mother to the end of losing my job. The year was mostly made up of losing my mind. So I need to resolve to make 2011 better.

11. Quiet Moments, Yoga or Meditation or Some Shit Like That

It’s like this — my brain works at the speed of light, my mouth at the speed of sound, my body is slow as shit. I need to figure out a way to slow everything the fuck down. I need to train my mind to close down and float, quietly, relax. It seems even when I go to pee, I want to multi-task. I think while one hand holds my junk, the other should be checking e-mail. No more.

10. Fuck a Porn Star

I actually came close this year. I met a bottom who’s a friend with a bottom from a Treasure Island Media videos. Almost had him convinced for a three-way, but then I lost my job so I’m not going to be traveling back to his town again so I can fuck around with him and possibly his bud.

9. Time to Indulge My Photography Bug

My artistry has quieted long enough. I want to experiment with it more. Of course, I’m accepting volunteers.

8. Lose Inches on My Waist

I’m not about losing weight. I need to get some inches off my waist though. I recognize that. During 2010, I made some attempts at losing weight and actually did drop 15 pounds, but never really changed much in my build. I’m an average guy with average looks. I’ll never be a muscle guy and I’ll never have a perfect body — just not blessed by those genetics. But I can improve three or four inches. Maybe. Or better jeans. Which brings me to number seven.

7. Get me another pair of Diesel Jeans.

Damn I look good in them jeans. Even my ass looks good in them jeans. When my friend paid $180, I wondered what the fuck he was doing. Now I understand why.

6. Stress Less by Fucking More

Sometimes the build-up of sperm is toxic. We all need release. And nothing is a release like a good fuck. Enough said on that.

5. Time for a Tattoo

Wanted one for years. Need to get it. 2011.

4. Get My Friends Back or Get New Ones

Part of what happened with the bullying job thing is my friends who worked with me were bullied as well, told if they continued a relationship with me that they would lose their jobs as well. So I guess I need new friends or some other shit. It’s horribly painful to think that friends would allow that to happen to them, but it has. I wouldn’t let my workplace dictate who my friends are. But, I guess, that’s a little difference. And I really don’t know the level of threats either, so I can’t blame my friends for attempting to protect themselves and their livelihood.

3. Vacation, Yes

Kept putting off traveling since my bullying boss kept throwing work and meetings at me every time I scheduled vacation trips. But I am going to get a trip in somehow, somewhere in someway possible.

2. Write the Damn Book

I don’t care what the topic is, I will finish a book in 2011. In 2010, I started three. I just never finished any. Time to finish something, fucker.

1. A Job I Love

I won’t be bullied. I won’t take a job I don’t want. Nobody puts baby in a corner. This year is my year.

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